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Gender:   Man
Birthdate:   October 10, 1968
(51 years old)
Astrological Compatibility
Lives in:   Eagleville, Pennsylvania, United States
Relocate?:   Maybe/Yes
Height:   5 ft 10 in / 177-180 cm
Body Type:   Athletic
Smoking:   I'm a non-smoker
Drinking:   I don't drink at all
Drugs:   I don't use drugs
Education:   Some grad school
Race:   Caucasian
Sexual Orientation:   Straight
Speaks:   English
Hair Color:   Black
Hair Length :   Long
Eye Color :   Brown
Glasses or Contacts :   None

I think about ALT lifestyle:   All the time
Role:   Dominant
Level of Experience:   More than five years
Dress:   Casual
Social Orientation :   Conservative
Safe Sex:   Sometimes
Demeanor:   Assertive

Facial Hair: None
Body Hair: Little
Body Decorations : None
Male Endowment: Long/
Circumcised: Yes
Marital Status: Single
Have Children: No
Want Children : No
Occupation: Singer/Writer
Religion: New Age

51 year old Man in Eagleville, Pennsylvania, United States Looking For: Women

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[bg bgcolor=#000022] [blockquote] [font face=sylfaen] [COLOR orange] [SIZE 4]Hi ... [/size] [blockquote] [size 4]... and thanks for peeking in. [size 4]In no particular order: you may be interested to know I'm financially stable. I don't have the investment portfolio of those who are heirs to the [color red]Campbell Soup[/color] fortune, but I have sufficient assets to live comfortably and on my own terms. Having actually grown up with heirs to the Campbell Soup fortune, I have lived large. And I have lived small. Old money, if you've ever been around it, lives small. This is because largeness is an illusion. But every so often, sterling silverware and a uniformed wait staff is pleasant, that I will grant. For you, you should know I can most certainly pull my own weight if we'd want to jump in my [b][color burlywood]Jeep[/color][/b] and drive to the shore.[/size] [size 4]I'm here looking for a life partner. Should I say that again? [i]I'm here looking for a life partner ... [/i] a life partner who is submissive and is looking for a life partner. Funny the cycle that makes, isn't it? And yes, that's me in the picture. I look after my health. A wise and committed and happy submissive I met here once said "[color pink][i]good health is the greatest gift one can give one's beloved[/i][/color]". I thought that was lovely, and so true. Fitness matters to me, on multiple levels. In the end, it is a gift to one's beloved, a form of service. If things were to work out, following up on point #1, I could likely support you for a season if you were to relocate and settle in to my house. [/size] [size 4]A really nice house on the water. Secluded. Sun bathe naked on my deck and there is no civilization visible for miles around - yet I'm 10 minutes from a great supermarket. Pretty cool. So, you see, I am looking to grow something with a someone in that thing we call "real life".[/size] [size 4][font face="segoe script" color=pink]Baby Gurl ... [/font] Does that ring true?[/size] [size 4]Gentle? I'm looking to expand my beloved's sexuality, have it flow every waking hour of her day. I am not looking to minimize it, nor hijack it's innate nature for some small minded self-satisfying experience of control. I've controlled others. I control myself. I'm not really into control.[/size] [size 4]My palm? If you look around, you might find that I have a blog. There's one or two really nice postings there that can give you an insight about me. ([b]Hint:[/b][i]this, like the last paragraph, is an obvious email topic[/i].) On that blog you may discover that I am a certified international authority on the female ass. Imagine a sweet lil ass, an irresistably sweet lil ass, wagged and marshalled about by an irresistably sweet lil subbie (fitness, petite, health). A sensual subbie, with familiar and natural and casual nakedness. Such a subbie would find her irresistible ass sitting in my hand throughout the day. The tight curve, the lil cheek, would sit in the true palm of my hand, filling it. And yes, there's a symbolism to that act, and to the current (or momentary) emptiness of that palm, as well. But make no mistake (as an Aussie friend of mine says): [i]it's all about the [font face="segoe script" color=pink]ass[/font].[/i][/size] [size 4]Ha.[/size] [size 3](But I mean it.)[/size] [size 4]I sing. I'm a singer. I've also been in military situations, so it would be better to think of me as a disciplined, honorable man - ([color #555555]yup, "honor", I said it[/color]) - who has a very keen sense of melody -- rather than think of me as a musician and the narcissistic instability that usually connotes.[/size] [size 4]And that ... is that - the end of our set. Stick around, we'll be back shortly. Remember to tip your wait staff. I enjoy chatting during the break ([b]Hint: [/b][i]email[/i]), but as I'm a singer I won't talk much - saving the voice - and will look for you to do some talking and offer some substance. You're a person, don't you know, not just a sex outlet. Coming up, a great version of [b][color orange][i]Helter Skelter[/i][/color][/b].[/size] (... thanks for reading.) [/color][/font] [/blockquote][font face="segoe script" color=sienna size=6] [b]tgd [/b] [/font] [/blockquote] [/bg] [color black][size 1] . [/size][/color] [if254 1]

My Ideal Person:
Hey ...

... you're still with me. Here's a story. I once was a really good golfer. Don't play much any more, and as it is a very demanding sport, skills tend to atrophy. So one time I was playing in this fairly prestigious tournament, and at the time me and my partner were leading, and there was still time for all the groups to finish, and I got a little bored. (I'm not big on big crowds.) So I grabbed my clubs and sneaked back out onto the back nine. And on the 13th hole I hit this great drive and had this shot straight up a hill over a trap to the green. And the sky got dark and the wind started to blow. So I noted the wind and hit my shot ... and the ball curved obediently and landed on the green near the hole (you can tell where things land without seeing them if you are good). So I walk up to the green and the wind is blowing (I like wind) and blowing through my hair (my hair was longer then) and I just kinda spaced into the wind and when I crossed over the trap and got to the green - Flash! - the wind stopped and the sun came out, with a little, oh so little mist or rain. And there my ball was, like 2" from the hole.

It was, as they say, a moment. And I believe there is a transcendent experience available in life. And my partner will have that sense of transcendence, and the resulting occasional isolation because of it. Perhaps she has read Kierkegaard. But she will not be one of these dismissive rational sceptics analizing everything into a bland grey of sameness. She will have sensed a greater thing that is out there. Those moments where the universe embraces you. And she will know that those moments take a bit of preparation of her spirit to receive ... as she naturally prepares her physical body because she likes her body and delights in her figure looking her best. She'll have that mystical sense of unity and resulting isolation.

And she'll feel that submission for her is a possible path - totally dependent on the quality of her Dom - to experience and ascend into a different plane of experience. (And, for the record, no Dom is truly a Dom without his arm around his subbie's waist - he, too, is totally dependent.)

And yeah, sex is important, but sex isn't nearly as important as intimacy. And, yunno, you having a great ass. Couldn't end this with giving your ass a pat.

It just wouldn't be right.

Thanks for peeking in ... and staying with me.


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